Chapter 6: Robots, Rosy Cheeks, and Old Ladies

Principle Nezu was a patient mouse, bear, rat, thing…he was patient. There were few times when his infamous poker face was broken and even fewer times when he let his anger or fear show. While he wasn't angry or scared now, he did have a frown on his face as he held his office phone.

It wasn't often that Nezu would receive a call from this man seeing as they currently didn't have the best of relations. Professional perhaps, but nothing more. The man on the other end spoke quickly, franticly even, and the words he used brought a small ebbing of worry to the white furred chimera. The man did calm himself, however.

"I see," responded Nezu, "This is very enlightening info, Sir Nighteye. I understand that neither of us see eye to eye often, but you have my thanks."

The other man, Pro Hero Sir Nighteye, breathed out, "The contents of my vision were far too severe to ignore. Whatever this being is we must be ready. While my Quirk has never given me a vision as 'abstract' before I fear that the events that played out may reflect in the future to some capacity. My curse has yet to lie to me."

The principle absentmindedly nodded to Nighteye's words. "I see. Well with any luck we'll be able to identify the cause of such visions and hopefully cut the head off before I can manifest fully."

"Let's hope your words can ring true. This is one future I wish to avoid."

And with that the Pro Hero hung up.

Nezu returned his phone to its cradle and rubbed his eyes with a sigh; one more thing to add to an ever growing list.

"Another complication?" asked the other inhabitant of the office.

"It would appear that Sir Nighteye came across a truly worrying prediction. So much so that he had to inform me of its contents with how dangerous it could be."

The man sitting across from the principle's desk grunted in response.

This man looked unremarkable in appearance. His black hair was long and shaggy and looked almost unkempt, his eyes were tired yet alert to his surroundings, and his face screamed of a man who looked as if he hadn't gotten a lick of good sleep in years.

He wore an outfit that was entirely black with the only acceptation of a grey scarf wrapped around his thin neck. The only other thing worthy of note on his person was the numerous hip pouches fitted to his belt.

This disheveled excuse of the male spices was none other than Eraserhead, an underground hero.

"Do you think his paranoia holds any weight?"

"We can never say for sure, but its best we take his words with a grain of salt," the principle replied, "In the meantime we should see about our upcoming freshmen, don't you agree?"

The underground hero grunted, but nodded anyway. With a new year approaching the staff of U.A. had to prepare despite it still being a few months away. There were even more things to consider when you factor in that All Might himself was going to be teaching here as well. Of course his presence was really to search for a new inheritor for his Quirk, but that was beside the point.

For some reason Eraserhead had this growing sense of foreboding about the upcoming school year and for once it didn't have anything to do with Hizashi.

-XXXX-

It was finally time.

After several months of preparation and training, the new school year was about to begin.

And Frisk still didn't like it.

She and the rest of the Bakugo family knew of course, but it didn't make Frisk any less bitter about it. It had become painfully clear to her fosters that Frisk needed to go to school coming the next year. One of the big reasons was the fact that she couldn't read Japanese despite speaking it fluently apparently.

And apparently an encyclopedic knowledge of snails and all seasons of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie wasn't "anything useful". That was subjective.

It was also mandated that, while under the Bakugo family's care, she needed to be enrolled into school. So there was that.

Frisk couldn't really grasp why she needed to go. Now she knew that she wasn't the smartest kid in the block, but she knew enough to get by well enough. Besides, Chara often picked up the slack were Frisk needed it. Unlike her, the Fallen Child was mom-schooled during her time with the Dreamers.

Even with what was basically just street smarts, Frisk had survived the Underground just fine. All of the puzzles she had to solve and all of the monster encounters she went through were testament to her instinctual knowledge and it had still serves her well.

Besides, she couldn't think of a time where she even attended school. She didn't recall much of anything before Mt. Ebott anyway.

Yet even so she had to attend school in Japan and for once she wasn't looking forward to it and neither was Chara.

At first she suggested that she'd go with Katsuki seeing as he was going to some fancy school, much to the chagrin of Chara, but she was shot down almost immediately by the teen himself. He apparently didn't like the idea of Frisk following him to school.

That was another thing that confused her, ever sense she stopped Katsuki form bullying Izuku he refused to acknowledge her at all.

He had done this before yes, but now he seemed to avoid her at all costs. The few times he was close to her, he was silent. Occasionally he would lock eyes with her and all she could feel from him was anger.

Frisk had no idea why he was directing anger toward all of the sudden, but Chara said something about wounding his fragile pride.

The child could grasp the idea of being annoyed at someone for a while, but she couldn't understand what she did to him exactly. At some point, she must have crossed a line. So to try and make amends she respected Katsuki's space for a while and kept to herself. I seemed to work a little, but his eyes still held a twinge of anger at her.

Just another thing to work on she guessed.

Now, however, she had to deal with the fact that she was about to be shipped off to some school. Frisk didn't want to go to some random elementary school she wanted to go to that U.A. place, it sounded like fun.

Mitsuki wasn't having any of it though. She had made it her job to make sure Frisk ended up where she was supposed to go. So much so that when Frisk overheard the woman's plan while sneaking a snack a couple days ago she discover that Mitsuki was going to block the girl's window at night to have her sleep in a little longer so Katsuki could leave alone and change all the clocks in her room.

Frisk couldn't even read the clocks on the wall, but hey, she admired the dedication.

A cunning plan yes, but Frisk was even sneakier.

All she needed was a pillow, some paint, one of her sweaters, and a wig and she was golden.

And golden she was as now she was headed to U.A. with Katsuki without his knowledge. She was just wondering how Mitsuki was taking the ol' switcheroo.

-XXXX-

"Honey, its fine we both know she can take care of herself."

"I CAN'T BELIEVE I FELL FOR THAT STUPID TRICK!"

Pillow Frisk with a crudely drawn face did not offer any insight.

"Now Mitsuki-"

*DEMONIC SCREACH OF RAGE*

-XXXX-

She was probably fine.

There was a lot of noise from outside Frisk's hiding place and as curious as she was to see where she was, stealth was needed here.

A mandatory stealth section if you will.

"This plan is stupid, I hope you know that," lamented Chara from within her SOUL.

Chara didn't think Frisk's plan wasn't going to work with how cartoonishly stupid it was. Originally she suggested that they destroy the school that they were being sent to, but Frisk had no idea where it was and well…duh.

So instead they went with Frisk's plan, while Chara continued to bet that it would fail. No luck so far.

Frisk heard muffled voices from outside of her hiding place. One was Katsuki for sure and another sounded meek and stuttered a lot. A little more time passed and eventually she stopped moving and felt a hard tiled floor beneath her as the outside noise quieted down.

Then a really loud voice called out.

"WHAT'S UP LITTLE LISTENERS?! EVERYBODY SAY HEY!"

What followed was silence.

"Keepin' it cool I'm down."

After what seemed like an embarrassing spell on stage, Frisk decided that now was the time for action. Quietly, the small child unzipped the bag she was hiding in enough to peek out and seeing that she was in the clear opened up the bag entirely.

With stealth that only a small child crawling around an amphitheater filled with oblivious teens would have she stepped out of the sweat, rosy cheeked girl's backpack. Thankfully she had placed her bag on the floor next to an empty seat giving Frisk ample room to move.

Like she guessed, the child had made it to a big theater that was filled with students. Frisk figured there was also a stage at the bottom, but because of her impossibly small size she could see past the chairs in front of her. Whatever was going on, on stage had to be exciting with how enthusiastic the speaker was.

Wasn't Mettaton, but it was close.

"Oh!" said a surprised voice next to Frisk.

Turning her head, she saw the teenager whose bag she stowed away in stare at her with surprised confusion.

She was a pretty girl with her shoulder length, auburn brown hair. Her bangs framed her round face perfectly and her skin was fair, emphasizing her rosy cheeks.

Her round eyes "locked" with Frisk's own and neither of them made a move. It was also apparent that no one else had noticed the two, with their focus on the stage.

"Uh…" the teenager started.

Frisk, having needed to make room for herself, took out all of the girl's stuff from her INVENTORY and placed them back into the backpack, a few books and some gym clothes, all the while not breaking eye contact with the now very confused teen.

After everything was back where it needed to be, Frisk shot some finger guns with a sparkle and then melted into the sea of seated students…without moving her legs.

With any luck, Frisk could explore some before she inevitably gets caught.

It took a few minutes, but eventually the last fallen child made it out of the big assembly area and was now in a grey hallway of sorts. Deciding to go left, she made her way around with a hop in her step and a wave in her arms as she looked around, trying to find anything interesting.

A few bulletin boards here, a few greeting posters there, but nothing was really standing out yet. Heck, Frisk had yet to actually come across any staff or students.

It was at this moment of quiet did Chara address her sister.

"Well, we made it inside and low-n-behold there isn't much to do," she began sarcastically floating next to her, "Why did you want to come here anyway, it just seems like any typical school we've heard of."

Frisk, still looking around, responded, "It's a new place to explore! We've explored almost everything near our house anyway."

"Tch, since when was it our house, Frisk. Besides, this isn't like the Underground where if you were caught trespassing the guards would attack you with overly flamboyant attacks that you could dodge easily. These are humans, they can't be reasoned with and can rarely be shown the same kind of MERCY. Remember that alleyway?"

Frisk sighed. Even after all this time, Chara remained jaded. The attack in the alley a few months still hadn't left Chara's mind. The diminutive child understood Chara's position, but she also knew that there was no way she could turn her opinion around.

She did try at least a hundred times after all.

"That was just one time, I'm sure we'll meet nicer people eventually," Frisk tried to reason, "This is a world of heroes after all!"

Chara scoffed, but before she could make a retort about how people like Katsuki have a chance of becoming heroes, Frisk turned a corner and saw a group of strangely dressed adults enter a room.

The small child went unnoticed as the last person entered the room and closed the door. A big sign flashed "OBSEVATION IN PROGRESS" as if it were a warning or some kind of deterrent.

Instantly, Frisk's curiosity was quipped.

"Frisk, no," Chara warned and was ignored.

Without hesitation, the small girl skipped over to the tall door and looked up at the door handle, which was just out of reach.

"Frisk, stop!"

With a little hop she grabbed the handle and let the door swing open. Slipping inside she found herself in a dark room with multiple monitors and a fake plant to her immediate left. All those strangely dressed adults she saw walk, in plus more, seated in a line facing the screens.

None of them seemed to notice Frisk's presence at first as they all seemed to be focused on a speaker at the front. It was a small voice, but undoubtedly sounded male. They went on about how a test was about to start and that everyone should have brought their "numbers", whatever that meant.

"Oh, and before we get started could someone close the door?" the voice asked.

Oop, better hide now.

"That's strange, thought I closed it."

A woman with a questionable fashion choice got up from her seat and looked out the door to see if anyone was in the hall and then closed the door once more and sat back down.

"That was weird."

Once everyone's attention returned to the screens did Frisk come out of her hiding spot of standing right next to the fake plant. She crept up behind the seated adults looking for a way to see the monitor screens as well.

"Looks like the first batch is starting; pay attention everyone I have a good feeling this year."

"You say that every year."

"It's true isn't it?"

Seeing no easy way to see over the group Frisk decided to go under the chairs instead. Having found one where the occupant's legs weren't entirely in the way, she got on her stomach and crawled under the chair. Here she could see the screens well because whoever was above Frisk didn't seem to have feet, but weird peg legs instead.

Looking to the screen, Frisk saw the horde of hopefuls surge forward into a mock city in an unorganized mob. Some pulled ahead using their powers, like that one kid that flung himself forward using what looked to be tape under his arms, another shot off like a bullet when everything began, and one looked to be swimming in the floor. Stranger still, the one swimming had a baby's pacifier in his mouth.

The little girl looked in awe at all the strange abilities these people had as they begun to attack a bunch of robots. The teenagers smashed the mechanical obstacles apart and many of them looked like they were having fun while doing so.

Man, Undyne would love this place…

Despite how much Frisk enjoyed watching all these unique powers in action, she didn't really know why they were smashing up a bunch of robots.

Fortunately for her, Chara understood what was happening.

"So there evaluating their powers," Chara mused manifesting next to Frisk.

Said girl looked at her, confused.

"These people are judging the all those kids performances to see if they have what it takes to 'be a hero'."

Frisk nodded in understanding. It made sense; if you couldn't win against mindless robots then it was probably best to not throw themselves at the bad guys.

"Of course, these people are also going to get their dreams crushed," Chara added with a flat tone.

The child's head swiveled to her sister, face full of confusion. Seeing her questioning look Chara elaborated. "You can only have so many heroes to be at a time Frisk and besides how many of those Quirks do you think would actually be good 'hero material'?"

That got Frisk to think for a moment. As much as she didn't want to admit it that made sense too. Not every Quirk was as useful as others. Heck one kid just had a cactus for a head and nothing else.

"Despite how amazing Quirks are; no one in this world is equal and this test only focuses on what they consider 'strong' Quirks. Humans here don't care about anything else."

That revelation made Frisk frown, not because it was unfair but because it was most likely true. Then her next big question was what would happen to everyone else in this test? Before she could muse any further a small shape she didn't notice in the dark room spoke up, "I believe its time when end this test with a bang, yes?"

With that Frisk's attention was drawn to the monitors once again only to see a fake building crumble to dust while a giant robot rose out from under it.

And wow was that a big robot.

"Tch, they're insane to think anyone would bring that thing down," chipped in Chara.

"Maybe we coul-"

"Don't. Don't start."

The two sisters watched as the towering machine stomped its way across the fake city the school applicants ran to get as far away as possible. The whole time Chara was giggling with a small smile.

Then to Frisk's shock she saw the same girl who's bag she hitchhiked she snuck her way into the school in get pinned to the floor by a piece of falling rubble. Worse still everyone else was rushing past her and the pinned girl was directly in the path of the giant robot and it wasn't stopping.

The little girl's nerve was beginning to fray with each titanic step of the machine. It was clear that the rosy-cheeked teen was calling out for help, but her pleas went unanswered as everyone else kept on running to avoid getting stepped on.

Why weren't the adults in the room doing anything, didn't they have control?

Chara, in her spectral form, lightly shook her head. "Look at them running, so concerned in saving their own skin that they can't even help someone else. Typical," she scoffed.

The sweat flowing off of Frisk's scalp resembled a series of small rivers when the giant robot was one step away from crushing the girl. However, at the last minute a familiar mess of dark green hair ran into view and then shot toward the giant's face like a rocket. Every monitor focused on the soaring teen as he sailed through the air, only to land a punch so devastating that it would make Undyne blush.

The robot's face instantly crumpled in on itself and the whole thing was sent back from the impact.

Both fallen children were floored by the display and Frisk could tell that many of the adults above her had the same reaction. A hit like that could blow the top of Mt. Ebott right off.

"My, what a display," said one voice.

"Can't say I've seen that before," said another.

"Not what I expected by saying 'end with a bang'," said that small voice.

Not even Chara could deny that observation.

It wasn't long after that did the test end and the next group of applicants get ready. Like the one before there were an incredible variety of useful and underwhelming abilities.

It also became easily apparent that Katsuki was in this group as well and naturally he shined brightly here.

The explosive teen quickly and brutally dispatched swaths of robots that had the misfortune to come across his path. He dominated the whole test making it a challenge to other would be students to achieve victories as well.

Katsuki's efficiency came at a cost, however, as he would often destroy robots that other people were about to engage with and straight up ignored helping anyone else in the mock city. In other words: a classic Katsuki move.

While Chara was unsurprised, Frisk was rather disappointed to see that Katsuki was ignoring the whole point of being a hero: helping others. Wasn't that the whole point of being a hero in the first place? At least that's what she thought.

Regardless, the test continued until another giant robot was unleashed prompting all the applicants to run for the hills. Even Katsuki avoided the giant obstacle, much to the sisters' surprise. Thankfully, a repeat of the last group never happened and the test ended soon after.

After a couple more rounds of over egger applicants Frisk and Chara swiftly grew bored. While the people in the room had a reason to be here the sisters did not and so they decided to explore more of the hero academy.

Well Frisk did, Chara was still on the fence about the whole thing.

With her mind made up, the young girl got out from under her hiding spot and quietly made for the door.

As Frisk made her way to the exit, Chara took one last look back at the adults assembled in the room and noticed a familiar, skeletal face. She smiled a dangerous smile and made a note for the future before rejoining Frisk who had unceremoniously opened the door allowing the bright hallway light into the dark observation room. Then the child threw the door shut officially ending all stealth with a loud slam.

Much to her amusement, Chara heard a feminine yelp as the door was violently closed.

The specter child and the solid child looked at each other for a moment in silence before, Chara sarcastically applauded.

"Smooth."

-XXXX-

Every head in the observation room looked back at the door leading to the hallway in bewilderment.

Did someone just leave?

All the heroes/staff members looked at one another to see if anyone had left. The only one who had kept their attention on the numerous screens was principle Nezu, who had put down his phone. He was undaunted by the loud bang of the door and continued to observe the many talented student applicants doing their best to make it into the hero program.

"Who just left?"

"Not me."

"Obviously."

As the others debated on who that could have been, All Might, reduced to his scrawny form, looked just as confused as everyone else. "You don't think a student snuck in here do you?" he asked the diminutive principle to whom he was standing next too.

Nezu simply took a sip from his tea and smiled, "I believe it was our little trespasser from earlier."

All Might just raised an eye brow.

"A small child I believe. It would seem they got bored from watching the applicants and decided to go elsewhere."

The deflated hero adjusted his shirt, "Shouldn't we send someone to find them? We can't just have a kid running around alone in a high school."

The principle, whose eyes never left the TV screens, waved a paw, "Don't worry, they'll be fine. I've already contacted a staff member to be on the lookout so there shouldn't be any worry. If anything she'll be able to keep a child busy for a while."

All Might looked unsure, but accepted the principle's words. After all, this was Nezu and he'll be damned if the little mouse, bear…dog…whatever, didn't already have a contingency of some kind. After all, he knew the incredible genius that hid in the small animal.

Oh, how he knew.

It was just a small, insignificant voice in the back of his head that told him that he knew exactly who this child was. But he quickly dismissed it and continued observing the applicants on the screen with the rest of his new peers.

After all, it was impossible to be who he thought it was, surely.

-XXXX-

Frisk marched down the empty hallway with a swing in her arms and a hum on her lips. So far nothing had really changed from before. Mostly empty halls and locked doors passed her by as she continued her aimless walk. She figured the place would be a little busier, being a school n' all, but it would seem that most everyone was occupied with the hordes of new students.

That was fine with her; after all she did spend a fair amount of time wondering around on her own.

It had been a while since she left the dark room from earlier and so far she wasn't all that impressed with what she was seeing or the lack of. There were what she assumed were signs along the walls and hanging from the ceilings, but she still couldn't understand them so she went were her gut told her to go.

She turned a corner at the end of the hall and took sight of a very short old lady with a cane that resembled a giant syringe. She had some weird get up as well and what appeared to be another syringe in her hair, this one being normal sized.

The old lady was had a frown and appeared to be berating a teenager with a rat's nest of spiky yellow hair.

"…now make sure you don't go and do something so reckless again! It doesn't matter how many you managed to defeat, if you over do it again like that you won't go very far in this career. Besides how would it look on you as the hero that fries his brain all the time?"

Her voice was soft and easy on Frisk's ears. She sounded like that grandma that wasn't anyone's grandma, but at the same time was everybody's grandma. Frisk imagined that is what Toriel would sound like if she got all wrinkly.

Could she get wrinkly?

A thought for later.

The teen apologized and made his way down the hall were Frisk came from. He shot her a strange look as they passed each other before running into a trash can and falling on his face.

The old lady was looking at a clipboard that she pulled out from somewhere while muttering to herself.

"I swear kids get more reckless by the day…"

Almost as if she could sense Frisk's presence, the old lady turned to look at the child standing beside her swinging her arms. Despite her short stature, the old lady was still taller that Frisk, if only by a few inches. She smiled as she registered the small child next to her. "Why hello there," she said, "Is there something I can help you with, young lady?"

Frisk, still swinging her arms, merely replied, "No, I was just watching."

A coy smile graced the old lady's face, "Hmm, and is there any reason why a young girl, such as yourself, is wondering around one of the most renown hero schools in Japan all by herself?"

Her voice wasn't accusing, in fact it sounded like she was amused by the child's antics. She reminded the girl of Toriel to some respect.

As to answer her question, however, Frisk just shrugged making the lady laugh a little.

"Well, just about the answer I expected. But I don't think you should go around all by yourself, especially on a day like this," She gestured to the room behind her, "I can't let you wonder around a school unsupervised, so is it all right if you say with me in here until a guardian comes to pick you up?"

It was one of those "it's a question but not really" questions. Frisk was hesitant to put an end to her exploring, but when she thought back on it she wasn't really seeing much right now. Maybe in the future something crazy and completely mind shaking will happen to this school…you don't know.

So with a bit of reluctance Frisk nodded and followed the old lady through the door to discover that this room the nurse's office. Granted it seemed like a high-end nurse's office with what the child was seeing here, but all the better she supposed.

There were a few beds and some chairs in the office as well as a small desk next to one of them. The stool, however, was quite tall, making Frisk wonder how this old lady managed to even sit on it. Well she assumed the old lady was the nurse of the school, she could only go off of what she was wearing and what she had said to that one kid.

For now, however, there was only herself and the old nurse(?) lady in the white room.

"Do feel free to take a seat while I get things sorted," she asked nicely, "Also please keep your voice down. I have a patient sleeping in the far bed of there."

Climbing on a chair and looking over, Frisk did indeed see the sleeping form of another person with a familiar mess of curly, dark green hair.

As well as two broken legs and his right arm.

…

Well he did punch a big robot.

Before Frisk could ponder the teen's state further, the old nurse lady got her attention with a small laugh.

"Oh pardon me, young girl, but I never introduced myself. I'm Recovery Girl, I'm in charge of the well being of students in our little high school. As you can probably imagine, I'm a rather busy woman!"

The nurse laughed a little as Frisk gave a light smile of her own. She liked this lady.

"So young girl, I introduced myself, can you do the same?"

Nodding, the child answered, "I'm Frisk."

"Frisk? Well that's certainly a unique name. Can't say I've heard a name like that before. Oh, before I forget, is there anyone I can we can contact to come pick you up? As much fun as I'm sure you were having the school can have young girls running around on their lonesome now can we?"

"Umm, there's Katsuki."

Recovery Girl, now on her own seat, stroked her chin with a finger. "Hmm, is there a family name you can give me?"

Frisk sat there for a moment trying to understand what she meant before ic clicked. "Bakugo!" she said with enthusiasm.

The child's host chuckled at her enthusiastic response. "Well, I'll let the staff know that Katsuki needed to come down here and get his little sister. In the mean time, why don't you make yourself comfortable?"

It was then did Frisk and Recovery Girl sit in silence for a time before the two engaged in small talk.

-XXXX-

With Frisk distracted, Chara projected herself over to the unconscious form of her subject curiosity and decided to take a look at his SOUL.

What she saw surprised her a little. The broccoli stalk still had a SOUL filled to the brim with DETERMINATION, but it was also surrounded by a powerful energy. In fact it wasn't just surrounding his SOUL, it was fused with it.

Chara could safely say that she had never seen that like this befo-

Wait, no. She has seen this before. That old man's SOUL, while fleeting, was very much the same as this.

Now Chara's interest was piqued.

She looked back to Frisk and that old nurse, to see them laughing at Toriel's terrible snail puns. She turned her attention back to the sleeping form of Izuku and smiled her terrible smile.

She leaned closer, "I can tell already that you and I are going to be the best of friends this year."

So the fallen child began to pick the teen's SOUL apart, one little piece at a time, to see what made up its entirety. After all, DETERMINATION can come from many beginnings.

There were aspects that she was expecting: naturally good natured, desire to keep his loved ones safe, an obsession of becoming the "Number one hero" like his idol (Chara got a good chuckle out of that one), but none of these were really all that interesting. Each aspect she picked out were things that built upon the central reason behind a human's DETERMINATION, something that Alphys, a monster, could never figure out.

The core of every human SOUL filled with DETERMINATION was always a selfish desire.

Nobody, not even Frisk, was exempt from this rule.

Human nature.

The core of Frisk's SOUL was her desire to be with the people she loved or considered friends above anything else.

But Izuku here?

He wanted to be something more, something amazing. He wanted to be the thing that everybody looks at a can feel safe knowing he existed. He wanted to be the "Symbol of Peace".

It was his selfish desire.

Chara always found it funny how things humans tried to say were for the betterment of those around them were, deep down, always for the individual.

And many cases humans like Izuku wore their selfishness like a badge of honor.

It's never for "the greater good", never for "my friends and family", never for "those who could not defend themselves".

It was for basic human nature.

It was why Chara hated humanity. It was never for others, just for yourself.

This was the reason why Frisk and her were inseparable.

Because Frisk understood her selfish desire for what it was, it was why she was so DETERMINED.

Dear little Frisk, her true sister, embraced her humanity to achieve her desire.

Her and Chara were the only ones to do so.

"So Izuku? What will you do when we meet face-to-face?"

Izuku's dreams would be pledged by nightmares.

-XXXX-

Bakugo Katsuki had no idea why he was called to the nurse's office. He wasn't injured and he sure wasn't going there to check up on somebody so he walked down the halls of his future high school and heroic career launching point a little confused.

Whatever, he'd just deal with it and leave.

He stood in front of the nurse's office door and then opened it without hesitation, as the great do not hesitate, and was greeted by an unwelcoming sight.

"What the- HOW DID YOU GET HERE!?" he yelled pointing a finger.

Frisk, pointing back in her seat, was covered in a few new themed bandages and sitting next to Recovery Girl who was watching the scene play out with amusement.

"My, you two certainty are like brother and sister," she laughed.

Katsuki's day had immediately gone down the toilet and into the sewer.

Finally I managed to finish this chapter.

Turns out I had too many ideas floating around my head and I needed to vent some out. (Check out my new story it's pretty good)

Anyway I hope this chapter was enjoyable to read and please let me know what you think, I love reading your reviews/comments.

Next chapter thins get really rolling.